Alone...

Mothers are fabulous

They’re more than marvelous

They help us to live

With love they can give

One day, she disappears.

Alone. You have to deal with your fears

But it does not mean that she’s gone.

She’s always beside you…  Alone

Alone. You restart your life

You miss your dad’s wife

She is also your mum

Alone. You have the absolute minimum

Alone, you keep smiling

Alone, you keep thinking

Alone, you keep crying

Alone, your sun stopped shining

I’m sure that with her gentle wings

She would be so proud of me

I am sure she can see

I have done so many things

Alone. The absence.

The fears. Alone.

The lack. Alone.

Alone. The tears.

Alone. Use the pain!

It gives you strength

Alone, never be weak is my aim

Without it, my life wouldn’t make sense.

I love you

As strong as you loved me

I won't forgive you

Look after me...

Alone I was not

Alone I became

Alone. I wish my dreams would come true.

I'm not really alone... Thanks to you... 

I just wanted to write this "small" blog in tribute to someone very special for me. Small size but big meaning.

Even if I don't really talk about it often, it doesn't mean I don't think...

People pretend to know you, but they don't know what's going on in your mind, what you are thinking about, what are your real thoughts, wishes,...

Only few  really do. I hope that the last "you" will be able to recognize him/herself...

Till the next time,

God save the Queen her.

England turns me... English (Part II)

Like I promised few days ago, here is the last part of my trip in England.


I'm now in France and it sucks... I mean, a lot. I didn't expected this gap between France and England. When I came back here, I saw a friend and I wanted to greet her with a hug (English way) but she stared me like: O.o... So I did the French way...
I miss a plenty of things, I miss the language, I miss the culture, I miss Libor Hurt, I miss Lauren Bland,... I miss everything. 
I always wanted to go to England, that's why it was a kind of dream while I was over there but... I was awake.
When I planed my trip, I thought that one week would be enough. I was wrong! It's barely believable how the time goes by so quickly.


I think that this trip had change something in my life. I was wondering too much things and now I found some answers.


Here is our time table of my/our week:
Saturday: Just arrived in England and I was.. erm.. Tired! In fact, I didn't sleep the night before because I was too excited and scared. So we just slept.
Sunday: Lauren, Libor and myself went to "Filming". A friend of them is doing a Radio Drama for her final project and we just filmed the interviews of each candidates.
Monday: It was Helen's Birthday. The theme of the Birthday was: Greek. So everyone wore toga, greek stuff and it was.... EPIC =) Walking in the street with Libor and being hoot by the car... Twas fun!!!
Tuesday: work + radio! So, everyone knows what is working... You know... when you HAVE TO write something but you don't want... When you are in your bed, your duvet is sooo warm and comfy BUT you HAVE TO wake up to write an essay, when you HAVE TO count how many words you still HAVE TO write, when HAVE TO focus for hours and your friends keep texting you,... Enough with it! Everyone knows it ahahah
We also went to the Radio Show on Demon FM (Any request? Contact them by email: studio@demonfm.co.uk or send your text "demon" + your request to 60300 oooor go on the web site www.demonfm.co.uk.... I think I got it mouahah). It was quite fun because I watched them through my camera for ages and... I finally went in this small room for the Rush Hour Show!!! (thank you!).
Wednesday : Sonam, Lauren, Libor and myself watched a movie (Requiem for a dream). I should say: Sonam and me watched the film. Libor and Lauren played to Runescape... Twas epic to hear Lauren giggling without any reasons because Libor just beside her, did a joke =)
Thursday: Well... erm... sooo... KINKY TIME !!! This night out was... Awesome. First, we went to a pub to drink a bit and then we went to Kinky...
The thing is: £1 a drink. If I remember well I've drink 7 beers and 3 Long Island's glasses... I was a bit tipsy. Ok, I wasn't only tipsy ahahah 

*Memories*


My trip was awesome because here, in France, I had some issues and when I left for England, they didn't follow me.
It was a the start of something new, a new life without any problems. Nothing to worry about, just live, live these short moments.

There is only one thing I regret above all that...... I left

Yesterday, I unpacked my luggage and.. It wasn't that cool. I'm sure you've already knew it... you hold an object, a clothes,... and it brings you back memories. The specific smell which remain us a specific moment, a specific person... You close your eye and you see it... It's exactly what I felt.

Unpacking his luggage is like watching/creating his own film which begins by smells and sensations.
It's quite weird to see how a smell or a texture can remind us memories more weird to see the effect it produces.

*Too much dust*

One day, a (really good) friend of me said : "It is true that the best memories are captured when the camera is absent, and the past week saw many of those being captured."
I totally agree. My best memories during this week are in my mind and you can't imagine how beautiful they are. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world...
The camera can't catch a laugh, a sigh, a thought,... 

To catch these memories, you mainly use your eyes to see what's happening... Without it, the life wouldn't have any sense.




-- A sigh tells you a plenty of things about someone, about his personality, about his feelings, about... A lot of things. Some people have wonderful ones and make our life more beautiful =) -- 


-- I  can see right through you [...] you can see right through me, with your gentle eyes, and there's a subtle comfort, hiding in your eyes -- (All right Reserved mouahah)


I hope they enjoyed my time over there, because I really did !!!!! * too much wind in England* You fish !
Here we are! I would like to say a loooooot of things about my trip in England but I have too many memories in my mind, too much things to tell... It would take me hours...(and probably too much tears...)
After all, this is a public place my friends and people who were with me have the same memories, no need to share it.

Till the next time, 
God save the Queen ENGLISH !!!!

England turns me... English (Part I)

Here we are, it's my turn to do a blog.

I'm actually in England, and a plenty of people do it over here that's why I decided to create mine. I don't really know what i'm gonna write in it yet, but there will be some random stuff like: my opinion about different things, my feelings,...
Honestly, Libor (I'll talk about him later) was one of the first  who began the "Blog Fashion", and it's quite fun/interesting  to read him and his friends... One more reason to write some blogs.

So... Let's go !!!

I'm in England for 5 days !!! Already 5 days.... Sometimes it's quite strange and a bit scary to see how the time passes really quickly. What I mean by scary? Sometimes I feel powerless in view of this situation. It's like: Staring at a hourglass, be aware that the time flows like the sand does... and couldn't do anything against it... 
So, like I was saying, I'm in England an everything is so perfect. The way of life is perfect, the language is perfect, the people are perfect (especially my friends), a plenty of things are cheaper, only one things isn't really perfect.. The weather! (Honestly, I didn't expect to have a blue sky, a shiny sun with 35°C... because we are in March and... in England haha).

Like a lot of people know, I'm studying English to be French teacher then. I haven't  been in England for ages, and I was wondering for few month whether going to England after my Degree is a good choice... Definitely YES !!!!!  At the moment I'm living a dream. I always wanted to go to England and now I am.
I was afraid in the plane, I was like: WTF are you doing in this plane??? Run awayyyyyyyyyyyyy !!!!  (I couldn't... It would had been painful..XD ) I was afraid of the language, not be understood, don't understand, the way of greeting people, the culture,...

In fact, it's really interesting to see how two countries so close to each other are so different, for many reasons that I won't explain here cause it would take me hours. These differences between our respective cultures make my trip awesome and make things more beautiful. Every moment I spend here is a comparison with France. They are like: "We do it like that" and I'm like: "Ohhhhh ok, in France we would do it rather in this way" and vice-versa. To be honest I really love it.

Now, let's talk about people here !
So first, Dr. Hurt Libor. He is the first one I met, and thanks to him, I'm here now. I met him on a forum because I wanted to improve my English and he wanted to learn French. At the beginning he was just and acquaintance, and we only were supposed to give some lessons to each other. It turned into a really really good friendship, cause we had and still have common points.
His friends, call me "The French Libor" (read as a crazy guy who is always smiling, joking and doing stupid stuff like wearing Toga mwahahah)

Then I met Libor's best friend, Ms Bland Lauren.
The first time I talk to her was... hmmm...erm... EPIC !!!  It was something like: Introduction to each other, cams on,... *laugh*....*laugh*... To summarise we laughed for 10 minutes, my abs and my cheeks were soooo painful.
This amazing girl is a "French Mathilde", she could be my friend ^^ After all I'm the French Libor mwahahah

Dear readers
I'm a bit tired, some stuff to do and I have a pleeeeenty of things to tell about England, people over here,...
That's why I'm going to leave you here, now.
I'll tell you the end of the story quiiiiiite soon.

Till next time,
God save The Queen ENGLAND <3